Chapter 229
Ken was startled and quickly reached out to grab J’s wrist
J <b>took </b>advantage of the momentum and fell into Ken’s arms, hitting his chest with her fists. “Let go of <b>me</b>! Let me die! None of
about me!”
Ken had no other choice. He picked J up horizontally and started striding out.
Just as he reached the doorway, he bumped into James, who had just bought some <b>hangover </b>medicine.
Seeing Ken holding J, James asked, somewhat shocked, “Mr. Swanson? Where are you <b>going</b>?”
“To the nearby hotel. She’s in a bad state. We need to sober her up
“Yes, Mr. Swanson.” James <b>quickly </b>went to get the car, and soon they reached the nearest hotel.
However, neither of them noticed the sh of a camera in a ck business <b>car </b>nearby.
At Serenity Vi, Melody was about to fall asleep when her phone suddenly chimed with a message.
Is it Ken?‘ she wondered.
Her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she opened her eyes to check her phone
However, the message was from an unfamiliar number, containing <b>just </b>two photos.
you should <b>care</b>
Curious, she clicked on them, only to see pictures of Ken holding J intimately<b>. </b>In the second photo, Ken was carrying <b>J </b>into a hotel
It was obvious what a man and a woman going into a hotel together would do.
Melody nced at the bed she was lying in, which belonged to Ken. This scene felt oddly ironic.
It was her fault that this perfect couple couldn’t go home and had to sleep in a hotel.
Taking a deep breath, Melody got up, <b>found </b>a nket in the closet and went downstairs to lie on the couch.
The couch didn’t carry Ken’s <b>scent</b><b>, </b>which helped calm her down. Her gaze fell back on her phone.
<b>This </b>time<b>, </b>she <b>wasn’t </b>looking at the photos but the number that sent them.
“Who has sent me these photos? <b>What’s </b>his or her purposer‘ she thought to herself.
She frowned slightly and dialed the number.
The phone rang twice before the other party hung <b>up</b>.
She tried calling again, but it went <b>straight </b>to voicemail.
Melody couldn’t even lie still on the couch. She opened Ken’sptop on the coffee table and her fingers flew across the keyboard.
The screen filled with green lines of code <b>as </b>she rapidly typed. In no time, she had <b>finished </b>and hit the enter key, sessfully hacking into the sender’s phone and retrieving his identity.
“Anthony Murphy.” She read the name <b>aloud</b><b>, </b>her <b>eyes </b>narrowing as she searched for information about Anthony <b>online</b>.
<b>Soon</b>, she discovered he <b>was </b><b>a </b>distant rtive of the Murphy family in Instermond<b>.</b>
So it’s J’s doing. I should have guessed; she sneered inwardly
J had set this up, just waiting to unt her victory.
With a nk expression, Melody deleted all <b>traces </b>of her activity from theptop and closed it.
She couldn’t deny <b>that </b>her <b>mood </b>waspletely ruined by J’s antics, her mind involuntarily imagining what <b>might </b>be happening between Ken and J at the hotel.
In the hotel suite, Kenid J on the bed and <b>was </b>about to ask James to get some water <b>when </b><b>his </b>wrist was suddenly gripped. It was J.
“Don’t go… don’t <b>leave </b>me. You’re all I have left…” J mumbled, her eyes misty with <b>a </b>haze of
Ken frowned slightly, unable to leave J alone in this state.
He sighed and said, Jane, I need to get you some water. You’ve had too much to drink”
“Don’t <b>go</b>.” J stubbornly tightened her grip on Ken’s wrist.
From the bed, J continued to murmur, <b>“</b>Don’t leave me here alone… My brother left, abandoned me, and now you will too. <b>I </b>know I did wrong. but I truly regret it but no one listens…
Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
Ken had no choice but to sit by the bed and use his free hand to dial James‘ number. “Bring the hangover medicine in, and ask the hotel to warm
some milk<b>.</b><b>”</b>
“Yes,” James replied sinctly and went to carry out the cask
After the call, Ken’s gaze fell back on Janes.
J had been with Ken through <b>the </b>creation of Ximber Tech. For one of Ximber Tech’s new products, she hadn’t even attended her brother’s funeral.
On the business battlefield, they had been unstoppable. No matter how formidable the opponent, J had always been confident andposed. He had never seen her so despondent.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Ken tucked the <b>nket </b>around J <b>and </b><b>said</b>, “I’m not <b>leaving</b>. You can’t handle alcohol well, so don’t go to ces like bars in the future.”
As his words hung in the air, J’s sobbing seemed to ease.
Ken heaved a sigh of relief.
Just then, James knocked on the bedroom door with the hangover medicine.
‘Come in,” Ken said.
James entered, handing Ken a ss of water <b>and </b>the medicine while asking, “Mr. Swanson, is <b>Miss </b>Murphy feeling any better?”
“Somewhat” Ken replied. After a pause, he asked, “What about the guy who harassed her!”
The guy pretended to be unconscious and ran when we were about to put him in the car. The bar
James looked down, embarrassed. “He got away. T
entrance was crowded, and we lost him.”
“And the bar’s surveince footage!”
“Coincidentally, the surveince system was being upgraded today, so nothing was recorded. We’ll have to wait until Miss Murphy sobers up fully and get a sketch artist to have her describe the guy.”
“Okay.” Ken’s expression was unreadable as he patted J’s shoulder. <b>Jane</b>, wake up and <b>take </b>your medicine. You’ll feel better.”
He brought the medicine to her lips, but J turned her head away, frowning like a child. “No medicine”
“Be <b>good</b>,” Ken said, motioning for James to help him. Together, they struggled for a while before getting J to take the medicine.
As James was about to leave quietly, Ken called out to him, “James.”
James stopped and quickly <b>asked</b>, “Mr. Swanson, is there <b>anything </b>che?”
Ken looked down <b>at </b>J, her <b>brows </b>still furrowed in her sleep, and asked quietly. “Do you think I’ve been too cold–hearted <b>toward </b>Jane?”
James could not help but choke. Ken spoke again. “Say what <b>you </b>want to say.”? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
James hesitated, then swallowed hard and replied, “Miss Murphy’s contributions to <b>you </b>and thepany are well–known. Seeing her like this, <b>you </b>do bear some <b>responsibility</b>. Honestly, how long <b>have </b>you known Miss Foxpared to how long Miss Murphy has been with you! Yet it seems you treat <b>Miss </b>Fox much better <b>than </b>Miss Murphy. Many people are disheartened by your <b>actions</b>.”
Ken’s back stiffened, his eyes darkening
James quickly apologized. T’m sorry, Mr. Swanson. I overstepped.”